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The Little Cousins of Long Ago Series 


OUR LITTLE 
MACEDONIAN 
COUSIN 
OF LONG AGO 

Being the Story of Nearchus, 
a Boy of Macedonia and 
Companion of Alexander 


BY 

JULIA DAR.ROW COWLES 

Author of “Our Little Roman Cousin of Long 
Ago,” “Our Little Spartan Cousin of Long Ago,” 
“Our Little Athenian Cousin of Long Ago,” etc. 


ILLUSTRATED BY 

JOHN GOSS 



BOSTON 

THE PAGE COMPANY 
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Copyright , 1915, by 
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Preface 


The author of “ Our Little Macedonian 
Cousin of Long Ago,” has not attempted to 
write history in her story. She has sought, 
rather, to sketch a background of Macedonian 
lights and shadows, trusting that, when the 
readers of the story begin their study of the 
lives of Philip of Macedon and Alexander the 
Great, the details of literal history may — 
against this background — stand out with 
greater reality. 

The typical life of a Macedonian boy at- 
tached to the court of Philip, is portrayed, how- 
ever, in true accord with the spirit and trend of 
Macedonian history. 


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Contents 


CHAPTER PAGE 

Preface v 

Pronunciation of Proper Names . x 

I. Leaving Home i 

II. Nearchus Becomes a Page ... 8 

III. New Friends 16 

IV. The Games 25 

V. In Barracks 30 

VI. In Camp 36 

VII. A Feast 44 

VIII. An All-Night Tramp ..... 51 

IX. A Story of the Sea 57 

X. The King Returns 66 

XI. The Ambassadors Are Entertained 72 
XII. The Horse Bucephalus .... 80 

XIII. A New Teacher 87 

XIV. Later on . .94 

XV, A Foretelling 101 


List of Illustrations 


PAGE 

Nearchus Frontispiece 


“ For a few moments he was left alone ” io 
“ Certain hours of the day were devoted to 

. . . GYMNASTIC AND MILITARY DRILL ” . 21 

“ He reached a well-known door in the 

REAR OF THE PALACE ” 46 

“ Many hours it took for the great proces- 
sion TO PASS ” 70 

“ Walking with them through the shady 

PATHS OF THE GROVE ” 9 1 


Pronunciation of Proper Names 


A-chil'les (a-kil'lez) 

A'da 

JE- ge'an 

iEs'chi-nes 

Al-ex-an'der 

A-myn'tas 

An-tip'a-ter 

A-pel'les 

A-re'tis 

Ar'is-totle (tot'l) 

A-the'ni-ans 

At'ta-lus 

Bu-ceph'a-lus 

Cha'ri-as 

Co-rin'thi-ans 

Di'a-des 

Greeks 

Har'pa-lus 

Her'mes 

Il'i-ad 

La-ni'ce 

Le-on'i-das 

Lu'di-as 


Ly-sim'a-chus 

Ly-sip'pus 

Mac'e-don 

Mac'e-do'ni-a 

M ed'i-ter-ra'ne-an 

Mi-e'za 

Ne-ar'chus 

O'dys-sey 

O-lym'pi-a 

O-lym'pic 

O-lym'pus 

Par-me'ni-on 

Pe'leus or pee'lus 

Pel'la 

Phil'ip 

Phi-lo'tas 

Phoenix (fee'niks) 

Pin'dar 

Ptolemy (tol'e-me) 
Spartan 
Sta-gi'ra 
Thes'sa-ly 


Our Little Macedonian Cousin 
of Long Ago 


CHAPTER I 

LEAVING HOME 

“Art ready, lad?” 

“ Yes, father.” 

“ ’Tis time we were on our way.” 

The young boy addressed turned to his 
mother and kissed her once more. Then, say- 
ing a last farewell to his younger brother and 
sister, he mounted the horse which stood beside 
that of his father. Together they rode down 
the path that led from their home, close to the 
foothills which surrounded the plain of Mace- 
donia. 

If the mother found it hard to see her older 


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son leaving home she showed no sign, but waved 
a last good-by as he turned at the bend of the 
path that shut him away from her sight. 

Every Macedonian mother of the higher 
classes looked forward to the time when her 
son should go to the court of King Philip, at 
Pella, and there serve as a Page, while being 
educated for a life of devotion to his country. 
So the natural sorrow of parting was softened 
by the honor and advancement awaiting the boy. 

“ And will I go, too, in a few years? ” asked 
Diades, the younger boy, as they turned back 
into the house. 

“ Yes,” replied his mother, “ you will go, 
too, when you are as old as Nearchus. Your 
father is a Companion of the King, you know, 
and the sons of all the Companions are educated 
at court.” 

“ When I am as old as Nearchus,” repeated 
Diades. “ That will be in three years. Oh, 
what a long time ! ” 


LEAVING HOME 


“ Does it seem long? ” smiled his mothei 
“ It does not seem long to me,” and she drei 
the little fellow to her in a quick embrace. 



“ I will stay,” cried Ada, running to share 




the embrace. 

“ Yes, you will stay and be my companion,” 
said her mother, kissing the rosy, upturned face. 

In the meantime Nearchus and his father 
rode rapidly on. Parmenion looked forward 
with pride and joy to the moment when he 
should present his son to the King, Philip of 
Macedon, and say, “ My lord, this is Nearchus, 
my son. May he serve you well.” 

Parmenion was proud of his boy, as he had 
a right to be, for Nearchus was well built, 
rugged, yet lithe of limb, and with regular fea- 
tures and a clear skin. His life had been free 
and wild. He had played, as all boys play, at 
games and sports of various sorts which had de- 
veloped his muscles and tested his endurance. 
He had hunted the small animals of the foothills 


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near his home and had bathed in the cold 
waters of the river. 

Of lessons he had had none. Schools were 
unknown in Macedonia, and except in rare in- 
stances the boys who came to the court of the 
King had had little or nothing of what could be 
termed an education. 

Nearchus’ speech was the Macedonian dia- 
lect spoken by the common people. His 
father, Parmenion, spoke Greek, which he had 
learned at the court of Philip, and Nearchus 
had picked up a few Greek words. But Par- 
menion was seldom at home, so he had learned 
but little from him. 

As Nearchus rode on by his father’s side, his 
mind was in a tumult. At last the day had 
come: the day he had looked forward to ever 
since he could remember, when he should be 
taken to court ! It seemed strange — yes, and 
a little hard, too — that he was never to re- 
turn to his old life of the hills and the plain, for 


LEAVING HOME 


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he loved the freedom of it; but a look ahead 
made him forget all that. He would be a Page 
of the King. He would wait upon the King, 
serve him, and be taught the ways of the King’s 
court. 

He looked up at his father, and in mind he 
contrasted him with the rude men of the hill 
country beyond his home. He was proud of 
his father; of his manly bearing, his erect car- 
riage, his softly flowing speech, but most of 
all, of his courage and loyalty to the King. 

Then a sudden shyness came over the boy, as 
he thought of the new companions he was to 
meet. “ I wonder if they will laugh at my 
rough dialect,” he questioned. Then he re- 
membered that they, too, must have spoken the 
same before they served the King. “ And per- 
haps there will be others just learning,” he 
added to himself, by way of encouragement. 

Presently his father turned to him. “ You 
will have many companions at Pella,” he said, 


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“ and you will not be the elder brother there. 
You must learn to give and take with the others; 
be quick and ready in your service to the King; 
and study your lessons faithfully. Be generous, 
be true, and be brave, just as you have been at 
home. Then you will have friends among the 
boys, and I shall have cause to be proud of 
you.” 

“ Do you know any of the boys at the 
court? ” asked Nearchus after a pause. 

“ Not well,” replied Parmenion. “ But Alex- 
ander, the son of Philip, must be close* to your 
age. I trust that you and he may be friends.” 

Nearchus’ cheeks flushed. His father had 
spoken to him of Alexander before; of the boy’s 
singular beauty, his soldierly bearing, and of his 
frank and generous nature. Nearchus had 
thought much about him, for as son of the 
King he was already a hero in his eyes. In 
truth, he had dreamed of him more than once, 
as the time drew near for his own entrance to 


LEAVING HOME 


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the court. But never had he dared to think of 
Alexander as his friend ! 

When Parmenion looked at Nearchus again 
there was a deeper flush on the boy’s cheeks 
and a new sparkle in his eyes. 

“ See,” said Parmenion, pointing ahead, as 
they made a turn in the road, and Nearchus, 
glancing quickly up, saw at a distance the stone 
walls which surrounded the city of Pella. 

A few moments more and they had entered the 
gates, and Nearchus looked eagerly about him. 

The city was built upon the shore of a spar- 
kling lake, Lake Ludias; and the houses were 
dotted here and there with little order or regu- 
larity, for the streets were little more than 
winding paths. 

Ahead of them rose the great walls of the 
King’s palace, and Nearchus’ breath came 
quickly as he looked at those formidable walls 
and wondered what the life within them would 
be. 


CHAPTER II 


NEARCHUS BECOMES A PAGE 

As they drew near to the outer gates of the 
palace they met a group of boys accompanied 
by an older man. 

“ They are doubtless going to the school or 
the gymnasium,” said Parmenion, and he ex- 
changed a word of greeting with the man. 
“ That is Leonidas,” he added. “ He is a rela- 
tive of Queen Olympia, and has charge of Alex- 
ander’s education.” 

“ Is Alexander among them? ” asked Near- 
chus eagerly. 

“ No,” replied Parmenion, “ I do not see 
him.” 

Nearchus scanned eagerly the faces of the 
boys who passed him, and they in turn looked 
curiously at him. 


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NEARCHUS BECOMES A PAGE 


9 


“ A new Page,” he heard one of them say. 
“ I wonder what he will be like.” 

As they were about to enter the gates they 
were halted by a soldier. At the same moment 
they heard the music of a flute, and a company 
of the Companions rode forth on prancing 
horses, followed by a band of foot soldiers. 

“ Is there a war?” questioned Nearchus of 
his father. 

“ No,” replied Parmenion with a smile. 
“ They are only drilling. You will grow ac- 
customed to such sights in Pella. Philip drills 
his men like a Spartan, — but fortunately he 
does not feed them upon the Spartan black 
broth.” 

When the company had passed, Parmenion 
and Nearchus entered the gate. The size of 
the castle and the strength of its walls, struck 
Nearchus with amazement. The courtyard 
seemed filled with boys, horses, men; all darting, 
prancing, hallooing. Nearchus’ blood went 


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tingling through his veins. “ There will be 
plenty of excitement in life at court,” was his 
thought. 

A moment later he was following his father 
through the great doors of the palace. For a 
few moments he was left alone, and he spent 
the time in looking about him, and noting the 
splendor by which he was surrounded. 

His own home, near the foothills, was com- 
fortable, but simple in all its appointments. It 
had seemed to him quite luxurious, however, in 
contrast to the homes of the people of the hill 
tribes beyond them. But of such magnificence 
as he now beheld he had never dreamed. 

The walls about were hung with tapestries 
of rich, even gorgeous colorings, and they were 
heavy with the glittering threads of their em- 
broideries. On the floors were soft rugs into 
which his feet sank as he stepped, and he half 
drew back, wondering that such beauty should 
be placed beneath men’s feet. 







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NEARCHUS BECOMES A PAGE 11 


On the walls about him hung armor of won- 
derful workmanship. There were helmets 
with waving plumes, shields of brass, curiously 
and richly embossed, and bows so large and 
heavy it seemed to Nearchus that only a giant 
could draw them. 

Every object upon which he looked was in 
striking contrast to the simplicity of the Mace- 
donian homes that he had seen. Then he re- 
membered to have heard his father say that 
Philip had spent many years of his life in 
Thebes, a city of Greece, and that he had 
adopted many of the Greek customs, as well as 
the Greek manner of living. 

“ I am to learn to speak Greek,” thought 
Nearchus, “ and to live like a Greek, it seems. 
But, all the same,” and he drew himself up 
to his full height, “ I am a Macedonian! ” 

“ Of what are you thinking? ” asked a frank, 
half-amused voice at his side. Nearchus 
turned. A young boy of about his own age 


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stood before him, and as Nearchus looked upon 
him he thought him the most beautiful, the most 
attractive youth he ever had seen. 

With a frankness quite equal to that of his 
questioner, Nearchus replied, “ I was thinking 
of the new life I am to begin at court. It seems 
to me that it must be more Greek than Mace- 
donian; and I am a Macedonian! ” 

The soft eyes of his companion sparkled, and 
he thrust out his hand. “ I, too, am a Mace- 
donian,” said he, as he grasped Nearchus’ hand 
in a cordial clasp, “ but you know we Mace- 
donians are also Greeks.” 

“We are Greeks?” questioned Nearchus, 
looking puzzled. 

“ Yes, indeed we are, of the same race, the 
same stock. I will prove it to you some day, 
but now I must hurry on. I am late at the gym- 
nasium already, and Leonidas is very strict.” 
He made a wry face; then, with a laugh and a 
friendly nod, he was gone. 


NEARCHUS BECOMES A PAGE 13 


“Well,” exclaimed Parmenion, — and Near- 
chus turned at sound of his father’s voice, — 
“ you have made the acquaintance of Alexander 
early! ” 

“ Alexander! ” exclaimed Nearchus. “ Was 
that Alexander? I did not know! ” Then he 
added: “But I might have known no other 
boy could have such beautiful features and so 
noble a bearing.” 

As he followed his father through what 
seemed endless halls and chambers he kept re- 
peating under his breath, “Alexander! Alex- 
ander! And he was the first person in Pella 
to greet me ! ” 

Nearchus had been so amazed by his meeting 
with the young prince that he had given no 
thought to the ordeal of being presented to the 
King. But in spite of the luxury and grandeur 
of the castle and its furnishings, Philip cared 
comparatively little, when among his own inti- 
mates, about ceremonials and forms. He was 


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on good terms with his Companions, and the 
presentation of their sons as Pages was not a 
very trying ordeal after all. 

On the afternoon of the same day, Nearchus 
found himself, with other boys, ushered into the 
King’s presence. The room was even more 
magnificent than those which Nearchus had pre- 
viously seen, and Philip sat upon his throne in 
his kingly robes. 

The father of each boy made a speech, and 
introduced his son by name to the King. Some 
of the speeches were rather long and filled with 
praises of the King. But Parmenion, who 
chanced to be last, contented himself by say- 
ing, “ This, oh, King, is my elder son, Nearchus. 
May he be a loyal subject, and serve you well.” 

Then the King addressed the boys briefly, 
ending by charging them to remember that in 
serving him they served all Macedonia. 

Soon after this they were dismissed, going to 
the quarters assigned the youths, where they 


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were instructed in their duties by the master of 
the Pages. 

And so, with little ceremony, but with great 
earnestness of purpose, Nearchus became a 
Page of King Philip of Macedon. 


CHAPTER III 


NEW FRIENDS 

The quarters assigned the Pages had none 
of the luxury of the palace, but to the boys re- 
cently come from a simpler home life, they 
seemed more familiar than the gorgeous fur- 
nishings of the court. But they were soon to 
grow accustomed to the sight of luxury through 
their daily attendance upon the King. 

Antipater, the master of the Pages, gave the 
boys a brief outline of their new duties. They 
were, in their turn, to guard at night the door 
of the King’s apartment; they were to take his 
horse from the groom and to bring it to the 
King; when the King hunted, some of them 
would be chosen to accompany him; and when 
he went into battle a chosen number would go 
with him to form his body-guard. 

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NEW FRIENDS 


17 


“ For these and similar services you will be 
trained and drilled,” said Antipater. “ In 
time we shall look to you for the generals and 
officers of the Macedonian army, for that is 
the final object of your training. In the mean- 
time you will have studies to master, military 
tactics to learn, gymnasium exercises to prac- 
tice.” 

After giving the boys some sound advice as 
to their conduct and general deportment, Antip- 
ater dismissed them. 

As the boys left the classroom, Nearchus and 
another of the group, named Aretis, felt their 
arms grasped in friendly fashion by Lysippus, 
an attractive youth but little older than them- 
selves. “ Come,” said he, “ let us take a walk 
together and I will show you about. Antipater 
says the same things to every new group of 
Pages,” he continued laughingly, “ and scares 
us — at least he does most of us. But it really 
is not as hard as it all sounds. We manage to 


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have a great deal of fun, and life at court is 
full of change and excitement. 

“ There are some things, though, that Antip- 
ater fails to tell, but which are good things 
to know,” Lysippus continued, his eyes spar- 
kling with mischief. “ For instance, Lysi- 
machus, who is one of Alexander’s teachers — 
and ours as well — can be managed very 
nicely if one just calls him Phoenix now and 
then.” 

“Why is that?” asked Nearchus, entering 
heartily into Lysippus’ mood, and feeling truly 
thankful to be chosen for his confidences. 

“ Oh, Phoenix is one of the characters of the 
Iliad, as you will find when you begin the study 
of Greek, and Lysimachus imagines that he re- 
sembles him, because he is Alexander’s tutor. 
Lysimachus calls Alexander, Achilles, and 
Philip, Peleus. The Iliad is his hobby, so, if 
you like Greek, you can get on with him very 
well. 


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19 


“ Leonidas, however, is different. He is 
strict as a Spartan, and not easily fooled. 
Why, he even goes through Alexander’s chests 
to make sure that Queen Olympia — Alexan- 
der’s mother, you know — has not given him 
luxuries of any sort. Leonidas is a relative 
of Queen Olympia, and so he thinks himself a 
privileged character. He has general charge 
of Alexander and the rest of us. One has to 
be pretty sharp to steal a march on him. 

“ There are other teachers, but you will 
learn to know them in class. They are not so 
important.” 

“ What studies do you have besides Greek? ” 
asked Aretis. 

“ History, music, and drawing,” replied Ly- 
sippus. 

“ Drawing ! ” exclaimed Aretis, with shining 
eyes. “ Oh, but I am glad! I would rather 
learn to draw and to paint than to do anything 
else I know of.” 


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Lysippus’ eyes were shining too, as he held 
out his hand to Aretis. “ Here is my hand on 
that! ” he exclaimed. “ Only I want to be a 
sculptor, rather than a painter.” 

The two boys clasped hands warmly. “ I 
hardly dare to say among the boys that I would 
rather chisel than fight,” Lysippus continued, 
“ for they all are eager to lead soldiers into 
battle, and I would not want them to think me 
a coward. But I was named for the 
great sculptor, Lysippus, and I trust that I 
may not prove altogether unworthy of the 
name.” 

“ I can understand,” said Aretis earnestly, 
“ for I, too, love art. Yet probably most of 
the boys would not.” 

Nearchus had listened to this conversation 
with interest. He knew little about art. His 
father was his ideal, and the life of the soldier 
and the officer was the only life of which he 
had been taught. 





CERTAIN HOURS OF THE DAY WERE 
NASTJC AND MILITARY 


DEVOTED TO 
DRILL.” 


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NEW FRIENDS 


21 


“ But I think that Alexander understands,’’ 
Lysippus continued, “ for though he is every 
inch a soldier himself, he admires both poets 
and artists.” 

The boys soon after separated, but between 
Lysippus and Aretis a lasting bond had been 
formed. 

The days that followed were busy days for 
the new Pages of Philip’s court. It seemed to 
Nearchus that he had entered a new world, so 
entirely was his life changed. 

For a part of each day he was to be seen dart- 
ing here and there about the court, carrying mes- 
sages for one or another of the Companions 
and officers. Certain hours of the day were 
devoted to lessons, others to gymnastic and 
military drill, and between these busy hours 
there were times when he was left to his own 
devices. 

He had learned quickly the plans of the pal- 
ace and its outer courts, as well as the names 


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of the prominent men who came and went, and 
he was soon known as one of the most alert 
and willing messengers of the court. 

He readily became acquainted with those 
who, like himself, had just entered the King’s 
service, and among these Aretis was one of his 
favorites. The older boys were as a rule in- 
clined to hold aloof, and some of them thought 
it fun to tease the new arrivals. Lysippus, how- 
ever, was always friendly. 

“ Come,” said Aretis to Nearchus, one day, 
“ we have finished our lessons. Let us go and 
watch the games. I have heard that the King, 
himself, is to wrestle in the arena.” 

Away the boys sped, fleet of foot as two 
young deer. As they turned a corner they came 
into sudden collision with an older boy named 
Philotas, whom they had seen about the pal- 
ace. 

Nearchus was knocked, half-breathless, into 
the street. In a moment, however, he scram- 


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23 


bled to his feet and looked, half laughingly, into 
Philotas’ face. But the scowl which he met was 
anything but friendly. 

“ Oh,” exclaimed Nearchus frankly, “ I did 
not intend to be so hasty as all that.” He 
spoke, as usual, in the Macedonian dialect, for 
he had not yet mastered the Greek well enough 
to venture to speak it. 

“ Keep your Macedonian tongue for the 
soldiers,” exclaimed Philotas contemptuously. 
“ I speak Greek.” 

“ And how long have you spoken Greek, 
Philotas? Nearchus’ manners at least are 
Greek.” 

The questioner had come up unobserved. 
His tone was one of intense scorn. But at the 
sound of his voice, Nearchus turned quickly, 
and his cheeks flushed, for he knew that it was 
the voice of Alexander. 

Philotas’ dark cheeks flushed, too, but not 
with pleasure, though he tried to answer lightly, 


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“ The young rascal nearly knocked my breath 
out.” 

“ I saw it,” said Alexander. “ We will have 
to put him in training for the foot-races soon. 
But come,” he added, “ were you bound for the 
arena? If so, come with me and I will see that 
you have good seats.” 

He had included them all in his invitation, 
and swinging about, they walked off together. 

Nearchus felt as though treading on air, as 
he walked by Alexander’s side to the arena ; but 
he did not know how many of the boys of Pella 
looked upon him with envious eyes as he sat by 
Alexander’s side during the games. Neither 
did he know it then — although he guessed it 
afterward — that thenceforth no boy among 
them would dare treat him with disrespect. If 
Alexander had chosen him for a friend that set- 
tled the matter for every loyal boy in Pella. 


CHAPTER IV 


THE GAMES 

The games of the arena were intensely in- 
teresting, especially to the boys who had so re- 
cently come to the city and to whom they were 
wholly new. 

There were foot-races first, and it seemed to 
Nearchus that the young men who took part in 
them must, like the god Hermes, have wings 
upon their feet. He had never seen such swift- 
ness, such lightness in running; and when the 
victor was crowned he shouted lustily with the 
others, “ Io, paean! ” 1 for that much Greek he 
had learned. 

The foot-races were followed by wrestling. 
Several contests took place between youths, and 
then between older men. Then there was deep 

i « Io, paean” (Id, pe'an) a shout of victory. 

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silence for a moment, followed by a thunder- 
ous shout of applause, as Philip, King of Mace- 
don, stepped into ‘the arena. 

His opponent was a powerful man, and for a 
time the two seemed well matched, but Philip 
was quicker in motion, and in the end his oppo- 
nent was thrown. Then again rang the u Io ! 
Io! paean! ” till it seemed to echo back from 
the very skies above them. 

When Philip left the arena wearing the 
wreath of victory, he bore himself quite as 
proudly as when he wore his kingly crown of 
gold. 

This was the last event of the day, and the 
seats surrounding the arena were soon emp- 
tied. 

As the boys regained the street they were 
joined by another group. 

“ Come,” said Alexander, “ we have been 
sitting so long, let us have a foot-race and see 
who will reach quarters first.” 


THE GAMES 


27 


Away they all darted. But it could hardly 
be called a foot-race, for the crowds and the 
narrow crooked streets made swift running out 
of the question. They ducked here, and 
doubled there, dashed ahead when they found a 
few feet of clear space, or made a detour when 
they found a street blocked by the throng. It 
became a contest of dexterity and adroitness, 
rather than of speed. No two had taken the 
same course. 

When Nearchus reached quarters, quite out 
of breath but glowing with the exercise, he 
looked about for the other boys. None were 
in sight. “ I must have made a mistake as to 
where we were to finish,” he thought. But 
no, for there was Alexander dashing toward 
him, and from different directions the other 
boys were coming. There was Ptolemy, Aretis, 
Charias, Harpalus, Amyntas, Lysippus : one 
after another they came running in, laughing, 
panting, breathless, until all who had started in 


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the race were there. No, all but one, Philotas 
had not yet come. 

“ Nearchus won the race! ” cried Alexander. 

“ Oh, but ’twas no race,” declared Nearchus 
modestly. “ It was just a game of duck and 
dodge.” 

“ Well,” insisted Alexander, “ you won, in 
any case. But where is Philotas?” he added. 

The boys looked about. They were sure he 
would come, for he had started with the others, 
and it was now almost time for their drill. 

“ Here he is,” cried Aretis at length. “ But 
look! What has befallen him?” 

As the boys turned they saw Philotas making 
his way slowly toward quarters. He walked 
with a slight limp. His lip was cut, and in rub- 
bing it he had covered his face half over with 
blood. It was no wonder that the boys gath- 
ered about him and together asked, “ What 
has happened?” 

“ Oh,” said Philotas, his swollen lip making 


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29 


the Greek speech of which he boasted, sound 
somewhat thick, “ I found myself back of a 
burly soldier, and tried to duck past him, but 
just as I would have shot by, he stepped directly 
in front of me. I couldn’t stop, and we both 
went down. He was on top and naturally he 
got up first; and then he set upon me like a big 
brute. By Hermes ! I couldn’t help tripping 
him! ” 

Alexander turned away. There was an 
amused smile upon his face as he did so. Near- 
chus and Aretis exchanged laughing glances. 

Philotas saw it. He also saw Alexander’s 
smile ; and a sudden red, which was not the red 
from his bleeding lip, rose to the roots of his 
hair. Till that moment he had forgotten^ his 
encounter with Nearchus. 


CHAPTER V 


IN BARRACKS 

“What have you there, Alexander?” 

The boys had gathered, after their evening 
meal, around one of the flaring lamps of the 
barracks ; all but those who, at this hour, were in 
attendance upon the King. 

Alexander, who was oftener in barracks than 
in the palace, held in his hand a gold coin. 

“ It is a gold stater,” he replied. “ I wanted 
to show it to Nearchus.” 

Nearchus turned in surprise. 

“ Do you remember, Nearchus,” Alexander 
continued, “ of my telling you that some time I 
would prove to you that we Macedonians are 
also Greeks?” 

“ Yes,” answered Nearchus quickly, “ I do 
remember.” 


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IN BARRACKS 


31 


“ Look here,” continued Alexander, and 
Nearchus bent his head over the shining gold 
stater. 

“ Father had these coins stamped to celebrate 
the victory of his horses in the Olympic games. 
They won the race in the year that I was born.” 

The boys crowded closely about to examine 
the engraved figures upon the coin, while Alex- 
ander continued: 

“ Now, you all know, of course, that none but 
a Greek can take part in great games at Olympia. 
We are Macedonians, but we are of Greek 
stock. The guardians of the games have so 
declared it. Indeed, we are of purer Greek 
blood than most of the Athenians or Corin- 
thians, for they have mingled more with other 
nations and intermarried with them.” 

“ I knew that the King had won some of the 
Olympic races,” said Nearchus thoughtfully, 
“ and still I had not thought before of our be- 
ing of Greek blood. Yet I know that heavy 


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penalties follow if one who is not a Greek takes 
part in the games. They must, in fact, take 
oath that they are Greek before they can en- 
ter.” 

“ I wonder what Macedonian first won a 
prize at Olympia,” said Lysippus. “ Who 
knows?” 

“ I believe it was King Alexander,” said 
Ptolemy, “ about one hundred years ago. And 
Pindar, the Greek poet, wrote some verses about 
his victory.” 

“ Ask Ptolemy, every time, if you want any 
facts from history,” said Alexander. 

“ But if you want a quotation from Homer,” 
retorted Ptolemy, “ ask Alexander. He sleeps 
with his Iliad under his head.” 

“ Yes,” added Lysippus, “ and knows a good 
share of it by heart.” 

“ ’Tis true,” assented Alexander, “ and I 
shall know all of it by heart before I finish. 
Perhaps the Odyssey, too.” 


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33 


Charias and Philotas groaned. “ If I learn 
enough of Homer to satisfy Lysimachus, I shall 
be satisfied,” said Philotas. “ But he thinks 
we should all study Greek as Alexander does. 
I would rather learn to box and wrestle.” 

“ I like to hunt, and to play ball,” said Alex- 
ander, “ but I do not like boxing or wres- 
tling.” 

“ You are a good runner,” said Charias. 
“ Would you take part in a foot-race at Olym- 
pia if you could? ” 

“ I would if I could have kings for competi- 
tors,” replied Alexander tersely. 

Later, when Alexander had left them, the 
boys continued their talk. 

“ Why does Lysimachus so often call Alex- 
ander, Achilles? ” asked Nearchus. 

“ Because he would have Alexander pattern 
after the hero of the Iliad,” replied Ptolemy, 
“ as indeed he does. Achilles is Alexander’s 
ideal. And, besides, you know it is commonly 


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said that Alexander is descended from the gods, 
even as Achilles was.” 

“ Well,” cried Nearchus, “ whether Alexan- 
der is descended from the gods, I know not; 
but one thing I do know, — he is every inch a 
king! ” 

“ ’Tis true; ’tis true!” responded the boys 
heartily. 

“ But it takes Nearchus to defend him,” 
laughed Ptolemy. 

“He needs no defense!” replied Nearchus 
warmly. 

“Well, at any rate, he has a good champion 
in you,” insisted Ptolemy, who liked to tease, 
even though he admired Nearchus. 

“ We are all his champions! ” declared Near- 
chus stoutly. 

“Yes, yes! Good, good!” responded the 
boys again, and only Aretis noticed that Philotas 
did not join in the shout. 

But the noise had attracted the attention of 


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35 


Leonidas, whose strict ideas of discipline made 
little allowance for boyish fun or enthusiasm. 

He walked over to the group. “ Less 
noise ! ” he commanded, “ and off to your beds.” 
Then he added, “ You will need to sleep. To- 
morrow night some of you are likely to be on 
the march.” 

The boys turned in quickly, but exchanged 
low-toned comments before dropping off to 
sleep. 

“What does Leonidas mean?” questioned 
Lysippus. 

“ I heard that couriers arrived to-day, and 
were with the King for a long time,” said 
Ptolemy. 

“Does it mean that there is to be war?” 
asked Nearchus. 

“ The couriers might bring any sort of 
news,” answered Ptolemy, “ but in what Leoni- 
das just said I can see no other meaning.” 


CHAPTER VI 


IN CAMP 

The following day was filled with tense ex- 
citement for the boys. It became known that 
Philip had for some time been planning in secret 
an attack upon a rebellious city, and had only 
awaited the coming of his couriers for an im- 
mediate start. 

His soldiers were so thoroughly organized, 
and so constantly drilled and exercised in the 
maneuvers of war, that they were ready to 
march on the shortest notice. 

The King’s body-guard was selected from 
among the older Pages. The others were kept 
busy darting here on this errand, there on that, 
as the King or his generals gave quick command. 

The fathers of many of the Pages were 
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IN CAMP 


37 


among the generals who were to accompany 
the King. Parmenion was one of these. 

The quarters of the common soldiers were on 
the plains outside the walls of Pella, and the 
boys were glad whenever a message from the 
King took them there. There were hundreds 
of tents spread wide over the plain. Horses 
were neighing and prancing, generals in their 
uniforms were riding to right and left, giving 
orders; the soldiers were packing the provisions 
and arms which they were to carry. Wagons 
were being loaded with the munitions of war; 
metal trimmings and pieces of armor were be- 
ing polished. In every direction there were 
flying colors, the music of flutes, all the move- 
ment and life and subdued excitement of a great 
army preparing for a march. 

As Nearchus and Aretis were leaving the 
camp, after delivering messages there, they saw 
Philip approaching with his body-guard. 
Heralds rode in advance, and the shrill sound 


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of martial music both startled and thrilled the 
boys. The King was coming to inspect the 
camp. 

As Philip approached, the great mass of the 
foot soldiers shouted in unison a salutation in 
the Macedonian dialect, then together they 
struck upon their shields with their heavy pikes, 
in sign of their readiness for battle. 

Nearchus and Aretis stood “ at attention ” 
as Philip and his escort rode by. The Pages 
who formed the King’s body-guard were dressed 
in holiday attire. Their tunics were of purple 
— the royal color. On their feet were sandals, 
and over their shoulders hung short cloaks of 
richly embroidered patterns. 

As the boys stood watching, they heard a 
familiar voice beside them. They turned and 
faced Parmenion. He was dressed in full 
military costume and rode a magnificent black 
horse. On his head was a helmet of metal, 
his body was covered with a cuirass of leather 


IN CAMP 


39 


thickly covered with metal scales, and his feet 
and legs were incased in high leather boots. 
A blanket sufficed for saddle. When he went 
into battle he would carry a short, straight, two- 
edged sword, and a lance of wood, metal 
tipped. 

“ Stay in the field for a time,” he said to the 
boys. “ The phalanx is to be formed under 
Philip’s direction. It will be worth while for 
you to see it.” 

The boys were glad to obey, for the phalanx 
as formed and drilled under Philip, was known 
and dreaded wherever the Macedonian army 
marched. The boys had heard much about it, 
but never yet had had an opportunity of seeing 
it. 

At a command from Philip, each man who be- 
longed to this body of the troops grasped his 
weapon, a lance of wood, eighteen feet in 
length, tipped with metal. Each held his lance 
with his left hand, about four feet from its 


40 OUR LITTLE MACEDONIAN COUSIN 


end, and supported the longer portion with his 
right. They formed in close ranks, with the 
points of their lances thrust forward. In this 
way the lance points of all but the last row 
reached beyond the men of the first. Truly it 
was a formidable hedge of bristling metal with 
which to charge an enemy’s lines. 

“ Who could stand against it? ” cried Aretis, 
but even as he spoke he turned away, for the 
sight did not arouse in him a feeling of exulta- 
tion, as it did in Nearchus. 

“Splendid!” shouted Nearchus, watching 
now the movements of the phalanx, now those 
of his father, who rode across the field at 
Philip’s side. “ Oh, I wish I were one of the 
Pages to go with the King. What a charge 
they will make!” For Nearchus had been 
taught of war all his life, and his father was 
his model and hero. 

But Aretis had the instincts of the artist 
rather than those of the soldier. To himself 


IN CAMP 


41 


he said, “ I have thought I was a true Mace- 
donian — yes, and I am ! — but I fear I am no 
soldier; for though I trust I should do my duty 
if I had to go into battle, I could never want 
to see a charge of the phalanx, as the other boys 
do.” 

He was glad to turn from the bristling line 
of lance points to watch a body of light-armed 
foot soldiers who were marching in another 
part of the field. These were armed with a 
long sword, a lance, and a shield; and Aretis 
watched with interest their swift motions as 
they drew up in line and went through their 
drill of attack and of quick defense with their 
shields. 

“ That, to me, seems fairer,” he said to 
Nearchus. “ The phalanx is too much like 
butchery.” 

“ That may be,” responded Nearchus slowly; 
but he realized that what he had once heard 
Aretis say was true, — few of the boys of Mace- 


42 OUR LITTLE MACEDONIAN COUSIN 


donia could understand the way Aretis felt 
about war. 

It is not to be understood that the blood of 
both the boys did not tingle at sound of the 
martial music, the sight of glittering uniforms, 
the position and adroitness of the military 
movements. They would not have been human 
boys if it had not. But beneath and beyond the 
stirring spectacle of the camp, Aretis saw, in 
his own mind, the bloody scenes of the actual 
battle, and from these his whole being recoiled. 

But Nearchus could not look at it from the 
same standpoint. He was a soldier, as was his 
father, as was almost every boy and man of 
Macedonia, and all his training had been the 
soldier’s training, which fostered love of con- 
quest and eagerness for the excitement of bat- 
tle. 

Nearchus was a brave, typical Macedonian 
boy, living at a time when “ peace had had no 
achievements worthy of record.” 


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43 


The two boys were unusually silent as they 
walked back side by side. Aretis was wishing 
that Lysippus had been with him, instead of 
Nearchus. “ I wonder whether he would have 
looked upon all the scenes of the camp as 
Nearchus does, and as all the other boys do. 
I cannot believe that he would,” he said to him- 
self. “ I think that he would have understood 

^ _ » 
me. 

Nearchus’ thoughts returned to his father, 
and he glowed with pride as he remembered how 
splendid he looked, and how well he rode. 
And he was filled with impatience for the time 
when he should be chosen to go into battle with 
the King. 


CHAPTER VII 


A FEAST 

After Philip and his army had marched 
away, the boys of Pella found it hard to settle 
down to the quiet routine of daily lessons and 
drills. They were ready to welcome any di- 
version which promised either fun or adventure. 

It was with special glee, therefore, that Near- 
chus, Aretis, Lysippus, Ptolemy, and Charias 
received a mysterious message from Alexander, 
bidding them meet him late that evening in a 
certain room of the palace “ with appetites well 
whetted.” 

The time set was an hour later than their 
regular time for being in bed, and the problem 
of slipping away from their quarters unseen 
and gaining an entrance to the palace was one 


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A FEAST 


45 


of sufficient difficulty to give zest to their appe- 
tites both for fun and feasting. 

“ He is planning a feast, I am certain,” said 
Ptolemy. “ Very likely Lanice, his old nurse, 
has sent it to him. She likes to humor him as 
well as she did when he was six; and she knows 
what Spartan-like fare Leonidas allows.” 

“ A feast of Lanice’s preparing is worth run- 
ning many risks to share,” added Lysippus. 

“You have tasted them before, then?” in- 
quired Aretis. 

“ Only once,” replied Lysippus, “ but it is 
not easily forgotten. One of the boys was 
caught at that time,” he added, “ and he received 
a double dose of both Greek and mathematics as 
a punishment. But it would have gone worse 
with him had Leonidas caught him, instead of 
Lysimachus.” 

That night, when the flaring lights in the 
Pages’ quarters were extinguished, each boy was 
in his usual place. But as the quiet of the room 


46 OUR LITTLE MACEDONIAN COUSIN 


grew deeper, and the sound of breathing grew 
more steady and regular, five figures slipped, one 
by one, from their beds and stole quietly out 
into the night. 

Each one, taking his own time and course, 
slid along through the shadows and close to the 
walls, till he reached a well-known door in the 
rear of the palace. Here he uttered a single 
word, “ guard ” — the pass-word given him by 
Alexander — and at once the door was opened 
and softly shut again. Alexander was a favor- 
ite with the soldiers and guards about the palace, 
and a word or two from him, perhaps accom- 
panied by a coin, secured him many a service 
in his larks. 

The palace had become as familiar to the boys 
as their own homes, and, once admitted, they 
had no trouble in following the dark passages 
to the room which Alexander had designated. 
A repetition of the pass-word, softly uttered, 
opened to them the door of this room. 



HE REACHED 


A, WELL-KNOWN DOOR IN THE 
PALACE.” 


REAR OF THE 


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A FEAST 


47 


“ But where is Ptolemy? ” asked Alexander 
somewhat anxiously after all the others had 
gathered. No one knew. But a moment later 
there was a soft tap on the door accompanied 
by a whispered “ guard,” and Ptolemy was ad- 
mitted. 

He was breathless and bursting with sup- 
pressed laughter. 

“ What happened to you? ” questioned Alex- 
ander. 

“ Oh,” exclaimed Ptolemy, as soon as he 
could speak, “ I was feeling my way along a 
wall in the court when I stumbled over a figure 
lying on the ground. I thought it one of you 
boys who had scented danger and dropped to 
keep from being seen. So, to find out, I said 
‘ guard.’ Then you should have heard the fel- 
low ! He was evidently one of the soldiers on 
duty, and had fallen asleep. When I said 
‘ guard ’ he thought I was about to summon an 
officer of the guard and have him imprisoned. 


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He begged and implored me not to do it, and 
promised by all the gods of Macedonia never 
to fall asleep at his post again. 

“ Well, you may imagine I was glad to quiet 
him with a promise, and I left him calling down 
all the blessings of Olympus on my head.” 

“ ’Twas a narrow escape,” laughed Alex- 
ander. “ We would have been sorry to have 
our feast without you.” 

“ And I would have had greater cause for 
sorrow than you,” replied Ptolemy, as he saw 
the store of good things which Alexander was 
rapidly bringing forth. 

There were honey cakes, figs, dates, every- 
thing in fact that the skill and the purse of 
Lanice could supply, or the appetite of a Mace- 
donian boy could demand. 

'‘What a nurse to have!” cried Lysip- 
pus. 

The boys did full justice to the feast, talking 
at the same time of Philip’s expedition; of his 


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49 


plans for uniting the forces of Greece with his 
own ; and from that to the games and wrestling 
matches of the gymnasium. 

At last, unwillingly, they took leave cf Alex- 
ander, going as they had come, one by one. 

Nearchus had slipped safely back to his bed, 
and was wondering whether the others had suc- 
ceeded as well as he, when he became conscious 
of a light above him. He opened his eyes — 
too readily, as he immediately realized — and 
looked up into the face of Leonidas. 

No word was said, but the light was carried 
to the next bed, and the next, until the round 
of the quarters had been made. Then it was 
extinguished. 

“ I wonder if all the boys were back! ” ex- 
claimed Nearchus to himself. “ Well, Leoni- 
das evidently suspected something, and now I 
suppose we are in for it! ” 

He wondered what their punishment would 
be, for he knew that Leonidas was strict — strict 


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as a Spartan — and that something was bound 
to follow such an infringement of rules. But it 
was late, and so, wondering, he fell asleep. 


CHAPTER VIII 


AN ALL-NIGHT TRAMP 

Perhaps Leonidas had a grim sense of hu- 
mor. 

Nothing was said in class the next day about 
an infringement of rules. No one was called 
before the master and reprimanded. No one 
was even questioned. 

But when the recitations were over, Leonidas 
addressed them. “ It is perhaps natural,” he 
began, “ with the King on the battlefield and a 
part of our number accompanying him, that 
there should be a feeling amongst us of restless- 
ness, and a spirit of adventure and daring.” 

If a half-dozen of the boys before him won- 
dered what was to follow they dared not betray 
it by the exchange of a single glance. 

“ While this feeling may be natural,” con- 
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tinued Leonidas, “ it is not in harmony with 
studious application. Therefore — ” Leon- 
idas paused long enough to make his announce- 
ment duly impressive — “ we will start this even- 
ing on an all-night tramp. This, I believe, will 
serve to satisfy the spirit of adventure, and to 
make us value our beds at night.” 

And with that they were dismissed. 

“ Upon my word, but we got off easy ! ” ex- 
claimed Nearchus, as he met Lysippus later. 
“ But Leonidas knows all about our adventure 
last night. You may depend upon that! ” 

“ There is no doubt of it,” responded Lysip- 
pus. 

“ I thought we would be well punished,” 
chuckled Nearchus. 

“ No one but the King is permitted to punish 
a Page,” said Lysippus. “ However, we may 
not think ourselves so fortunate by the time we 
finish our all-night tramp ! ” 

“ That is true,” assented Nearchus. “ I 


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53 


must confess, though, that I am eager for it. 
At lea; t,” he added with a laugh, “ I should be 
if I were not so sleepy! ” Since Nearchus had 
come from his home near the hills to the court 
at Pella he had wished many times that he might 
climb the hills again, forgetting drills and studies 
and restraints. Now he was to have a tramp, 
into the country in all likelihood; and so to him 
the threatened form of punishment seemed al- 
together attractive. But he forgot that he was 
reckoning “ without his host.” 

Many times had Leonidas been likened by the 
boys of Pella to a Spartan, but never did he 
better deserve the comparison than during their 
adventure of that night. Leaving Pella at dusk, 
the company of some twenty or more boys first 
marched for miles over level ground; then they 
forded a shallow river. After that their way 
led across foothills till they reached a spur of 
a mountain range. Here they had to climb over 
rocks and up steep slopes; they swam across a 


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rapid stream whose waters were as cold as they 
were rapid. Scrambling out upon the o pposite 
bank they again climbed steep and rugged sur- 
faces till the strain upon their muscles caused 
the blood to run tingling through their veins. 
Reaching the height at last, they raced down a 
long slope, then resumed their steady march over 
level ground, until — just as dawn began to 
break, they saw before them the walls of Pella. 

Then they cheered! 

The breakfast which they found ready for 
them when they reached quarters tasted as good 
as a royal banquet, and Lysippus whispered to 
Nearchus that he believed Lanice herself had 
cooked it. 

If the boys had hoped for an hour’s sleep be- 
fore beginning the day’s duties they were dis- 
appointed. Classes met as usual, exercises in 
the gymnasium followed, and military drill filled 
the greater part of the afternoon, ending with a 
lesson in drawing. 


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55 


“ Will the day never end?” yawned Aretis. 

“ It would seem not,” grinned Nearchus. 
“ Leonidas is giving us our medicine ! ” 

“ Pshaw ! ” exclaimed Ptolemy, “ he is only 
teaching us to endure hardship. Wait till we 
are soldiers and we will laugh at this.” Then, 
suddenly dropping his tone of assumed superi- 
ority, he added with a shrug, “ But I shall need 
no god of slumber to coax my eyelids shut to- 
night ! ” 

After the drawing class Aretis convulsed the 
boys who had taken part in Alexander’s feast 
by showing them a hasty but unmistakable sketch 
of Leonidas, lamp in hand, peering down into 
the sleeping face of a boy who was no less un- 
mistakably Nearchus. 

He was about to destroy the sketch when 
Alexander caught it from his hand. 

“ ’Tis too good to destroy! Let me keep 
it! ” he exclaimed. 

Then, as he examined it again, he looked 


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earnestly into Aretis’ eyes. “ The likeness is 
truly remarkable,” he said. “ I did not know 
you were so good an artist. When I am King, 
Aretis, I shall send you to the studio of the 
great Apelles to study painting.” 

“ I shall remember that,” answered Aretis 
quietly. “ It will suit me better than fighting.” 


CHAPTER IX 


A STORY OF THE SEA 

It was several months after Philip’s army had 
left Pella that a courier came riding into the 
city bearing news of a great victory. There had 
been a long siege, but at last the walls of the 
defense had been broken down and the Mace- 
donians had conquered. 

There was great rejoicing in Pella, and the 
people gathered about the market-place and the 
temples to discuss the details of the siege, as 
the courier had told them. 

The King’s Pages were among the most eager 
of the listeners. 

“ Philip will yet subdue all Greece,” declared 
Ptolemy. “ And, when he has done that, he 
will combine the Greek army with the Mace- 


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58 OUR LITTLE MACEDONIAN COUSIN 


donian, and there will be no end to his con- 
quests.” 

“ Yes,” exclaimed Alexander somewhat im- 
patiently, turning to the group of boys, “ fa- 
ther will get everything in advance. He will 
leave no victories for me to share with you ! 

“ How soon does my father expect to re- 
turn?” he asked of the courier. 

“ Within a few days,” was the reply. 

The news soon spread throughout the city, 
and the quiet routine into which the city’s life 
had settled was again broken by active prepara- 
tions for receiving the victors. 

But the courier’s news was not of unmingled 
gladness. He brought with him the list of those 
whose lives had been lost in battle, and in more 
than one house in Pella the doors were closed 
against the sounds of rejoicing in the streets, 
while those within mourned for the one who 
would not return with the victors. 

Nearchus had listened with a fast beating 


A STORY OF THE SEA 


59 


heart as the list of names was read, and when it 
was finished and he knew that his father was 
safe he could scarcely speak for joy. 

That evening a group of boys gathered about 
a soldier named Attalus, who was a member of 
the palace guard. During the day it chanced 
that Charias had overheard him telling a com- 
rade about an adventure he had once had at 
sea. Charias immediately told the other boys, 
and they had begged Attalus to tell them some- 
thing of his life on the water. As Alexander 
was among their number the soldier felt flat- 
tered by the notice he was receiving, and he 
told his story well. 

At that time Macedonia had no sea-coast, for 
although the iEgean Sea was little more than 
twenty miles south from Pella yet all the coast 
was occupied by Greek settlements. So the boys 
of Macedonia knew as little about the water as 
though it had been two hundred miles away 
instead of twenty. But it had then, as it always 


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has, a fascination all its own, and the boys lis- 
tened eagerly and asked many questions. 

“ What are the war vessels like? ” questioned 
Alexander. 

“ They are triremes,” said Attalus : “ a vessel 
with three decks of oars. The rowers are 
picked for their strength and endurance, as well 
as for their dexterity, for it is often necessary 
to make quick and sudden shifts of action. 
Sometimes one ship will be sent head-on against 
another, almost cutting it in two; or it will be 
sent alongside, breaking the oars on one side 
of the ship it is attacking. When it cuts into 
an enemy’s boat it must back away immediately 
or it will be boarded by the enemy and a hand 
to hand battle follow. To avoid this the row- 
ers must be ready to reverse their stroke in- 
stantly, when the signal is given.” 

“ How is it possible for the men to manage 
so many oars at one time? ” asked Nearchus. 

“ The rowers are seated on benches in three 


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61 


tiers, on each side of the ship, with an opening 
alongside for every oar,” replied Attalus. 
“ There is always an oar master to keep the time 
for them. He strikes a metal instrument, or 
he plays a flute, and sometimes the men sing, 
but always they keep time to the music with the 
stroke of the oars.” 

“ But do they never rest? ” exclaimed Lysip- 
pus. 

“ Oh, yes; they have extra rowers to relieve 
them, turn about. Sometimes, too, there is a 
favorable wind. Then the sails are set, and 
the men stop rowing. One man is always at 
the rudder to steer the boat. 

“ It was on the Mediterranean Ocean that I 
had my most exciting adventure. I was not at 
that time on a man-of-war, but on a merchant- 
man. The merchantmen have fewer oars, usu- 
ally one bank, as ours had, so it moves much 
more slowly than a man-of-war. 

“We usually kept close to shore, for there 


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were plenty of pirate ships looking for booty. 
We had a valuable cargo on board, of spices 
and silks, and we had no mind to lose it.” 

Every boy in the circle was listening intently, 
but presently Nearchus received a nudge from 
Alexander’s elbow. Alexander did not speak 
as Nearchus looked at him, but merely nodded 
in the direction of another of the group. It was 
Philotas. He was leaning forward, his lips 
parted, his eyes gleaming with the intensity of 
his interest. He had forgotten everything but 
the story of Attalus. He was drinking in every 
word. 

Nearchus exchanged an understanding, half- 
amused glance with Alexander, and then both 
turned their attention once more to the soldier’s 
narrative. 

“ But one night a storm caught us. It was 
from off shore, and drove us out to sea. In the 
morning, when the wind had gone down, we 
tried to get our bearings, but could see no land 


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in any direction. Suddenly a speck appeared, 
but it was not land. It grew larger, and we 
saw that it was another boat. Then, as it came 
nearer, we became certain that it was a pirate 
craft. 

“ The men at our oars rowed for life, but 
the merchantman was not only more heavily 
built, but it carried a large cargo, and the light 
craft of the pirate gained upon us rapidly. 

“ We were so intent upon watching our pur- 
suers that no one looked in any other direction. 
Then we were startled by a shout. Some one 
had discovered another vessel. It, too, was 
coming in our direction, and as we looked it 
seemed a very monster of the sea — such a 
monster as sailors love to tell about. But it 
was a trireme; a man-of-war. How it came 
to be there no man knew, but we felt as though 
the gods themselves must have sent it. 

“ The captain had discovered our plight, and 
he headed straight for the pirate ship. The 


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crew on that vessel was thrown into confusion by 
so unexpected a change in the situation, and the 
men lost control of their oars. In another mo- , 
ment the great man-of-war had run her prow 
through the side of the boat, cutting it in two 
as with a knife. 

“ We were saved. But it was a mighty nar- 
row escape. The captain of the man-of-war 
gave us our bearings, and within a few hours 
we were again in sight of the coast.” 

The tense look upon the faces of the boys 
relaxed as Attalus finished his story — all but 
Philotas. The look of eager interest remained 
upon his face, though his eyes seemed still to be 
looking upon the sea. 

As the group broke up, Alexander and Near- 
chus noticed that Philotas followed the sol- 
dier. 

After that, whenever Philotas had an oppor- 
tunity he sought out Attalus and begged for 
other stories of the sea, and the boys noticed 


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and laughed at the persistence with which he 
dogged the soldier’s steps. 

Nearly a month passed. Then, one morning 
as the classes formed for drill, one boy was miss- 
ing. Philotas had disappeared. 


CHAPTER X 


THE KING RETURNS 

“ What has become of him? ” 

“ Where do you suppose he is? ” 

A dozen such questions were asked by the 
boys after a thorough search had been made of 
the palace, the barracks, and of all the usual 
haunts of the boys, for the missing Philotas. 

“ I believe I could make quite a safe calcu- 
lation,” said Alexander. 

“ And I,” added Nearchus. 

“ What is it? Where do you think he is? ” 
chimed in a dozen voices. 

“ ’Tis my belief he has run away to the sea,” 
said Alexander positively. 

“ I feel sure of it,” added Nearchus, with 
equal certainty. 


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“ Why — ” began Ptolemy, and then he 
stopped. 

Like a flash it came to all the boys: Philotas’ 
interest in the story the guard had told; his de- 
votion to Attalus since that time ; his lack of at- 
tention to recent lessons and drills; his absence 
for the last few days from all their sports and 
pleasures. All these things came to them now, 
though before they had hardly been noticed, for 
Philotas was not a favorite among them, and no 
one had cared especially about his absence, or 
had given any real thought to the change which 
had taken place in him. 

“ We must tell Leonidas,” said Nearchus. 
“ He seems to have no idea what has hap- 
pened to him.” 

“ We must,” assented Alexander. “ Cha- 
rias,” he added, “ you are on duty at the palace 
the next hour. Leonidas is there. Find him 
and tell him what we suspect. He will send 
soldiers and they will soon overtake Philotas. 


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Foolish fellow, to think he could get away! ” 

“ I’ll get a catechizing from Leonidas if I 
do,” responded Charias. “ But if he asks me 
too many hard questions I’ll send him to you.” 
So, with a laugh, he started toward the palace. 

But his message to Leonidas was not deliv- 
ered. Before he had reached the court of the 
palace a courier, covered with dust, his horse 
covered with foam, rode in through the gates. 

“ Philip returns ! ” he cried. “ The King 
comes, with all his army. Make ready to re- 
ceive him ! ” 

In a twinkling every other interest was for- 
gotten. Officers, left on duty at the court, has- 
tened to assemble their companies. Musicians 
grasped their instruments. Horses were quickly 
groomed and mounted. Banners were swung. 

A procession was formed and went forth to 
meet the King. Then through the gates of the 
city the whole populace poured forth : old men, 
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walls. Even those who had lost husbands or 
fathers in the battle went forth with the others 
to greet the King. 

It was a gala time, a great holiday. The 
people tramped along the dusty road, groups 
of friends took their stations on knolls along 
the way and waited. The Pages, mounted, 
dashed by in their purple tunics and embroidered 
cloaks. 

Presently a great shout went up, followed by 
the crash of lance points on metal shields. 

The King had come. 

In advance of the army came the heralds. 
The people parted and lined the way on either 
side, where they might watch the triumphant 
pageant. 

A long, long time they stood while there 
passed before them, first, the King dressed in 
all the splendor of his royal robes and crown, 
his chariot of richest metals now hung with gar- 
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shouted “Long live Philip of Macedon!” 
After the King came the Companions; then 
wagons loaded with rich spoils; captives walk- 
ing in abject sorrow; the cavalry; artillery; the 
infantry. Many hours it took for the great 
procession to pass, and at its close the people 
trooped after, and so returned to the city. 

The soldiers disbanded outside the gates, and 
once more the great camp of the army was 
formed on the plain about Pella. 

The palace had been made ready to receive 
Philip and his officers, and that night a great 
banquet was held, and the Pages were bidden 
to eat at the King’s table. Most of the boys 
were sons of the returned generals, so the ban- 
quet was a reunion as well as a feast. 

Stories of the battle were rehearsed, wonders 
of the country they had passed through were 
described; the great wealth of the city which 
had been taken was told. 

There was music, the playing of flutes and 



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other musical instruments, and singing. It was 
a new and wonderful scene to Nearchus, and 
beneath all its gayety and gladness there ran 
within him a deep feeling of thankfulness as he 
looked often at Parmenion and thanked the 
gods for his father’s safe return. 

It was late when the boys, tired but still 
excited, turned into their beds, and some time 
later still when they had grown quiet enough 
for sleep. 

Suddenly the startled and startling voice of 
Charias rang out. “ May the gods forgive me ! 
I forgot all about Philotas, and my message to 
Leonidas 1 ” 


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CHAPTER XI 


THE AMBASSADORS ARE ENTERTAINED 

The next morning a group of the Pages, 
headed by Alexander, appeared before Leon- 
idas. But it was Charias who acted as spokes- 
man. 

“ Sir,” he began, in his most respectful man- 
ner — for he always stood somewhat in dread 
of the stern disciplinarian, and particularly so 
on this occasion — “ I was to have told you yes- 
terday that we boys have reason, to believe 
Philotas has gone to the sea.” 

Leonidas seemed startled. Whether it was 
because he had not thought of the possibility of 
Philotas’ going in this direction, or because he 
had not thought of Philotas at all, the boys were 
not informed. But he listened attentively. 

“ I was on my way to tell you, yesterday, 


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when the courier arrived telling of King Philip’s 
approach. In the excitement I forgot my er- 
rand, and thought of it only after I was in 
quarters last night.” 

Charias stood erect. He was relieved to 
have made a clean breast of the affair, and he 
now waited to learn what dire punishment Leon- 
idas would mete out to him. He would un- 
doubtedly be reported to the King. 

“ Why do you think he has gone to the sea ? ” 
asked Leonidas, apparently overlooking Cha- 
rias’ lapse of memory. 

Charias began telling him of the guard’s story, 
and of the way Philotas had listened. Then, as 
he went on, first one and then another of the 
boys added a word, remembered an incident, or 
repeated a bit of conversation, until they were 
in eager discussion, with Leonidas noting care- 
fully every detail. 

At last he rose. “ I will see the King at 
once. He will undoubtedly send a detachment 


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of mounted soldiers to look for the boy. ’Tis 
an unfortunate affair, and I fear he has too long 
a start for us to overtake him now, though, if 
your theory is right, he may yet be found in one 
of the coast towns.” With that he dismissed 
them. 

“ Did you ever ! ” exclaimed Charias when 
he had gone. “ I feel positively weak from sur- 
prise. He seemed to overlook my fault en- 
tirely.” 

Alexander laughed. “ I would wager a 
stater that he had not thought of Philotas him- 
self till you reminded him. But there is no use 
in laying a wager, for the matter could never be 
determined.” 

Philip did indeed send soldiers to try to trace 
Philotas; but when they returned they had no 
news of the runaway. 

A few days later all Pella was set talking over 
the arrival of a group of ambassadors from 
Athens. The men were richly dressed, and 


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their manner and bearing proclaimed them of 
noble birth. 

Later in the day, Aretis, acting in his capacity 
as Page, approached Alexander. Standing in 
soldierly attitude he said, “ I bear a message 
from the King.” 

Alexander at once rose to his feet and stood 
at attention. 

“ The King desires your presence in the audi- 
ence chamber where he has received the ambas- 
sadors. He wishes you to bring your harp.” 

Then, having delivered his message, he added 
casually, “ I think he wants you to help enter- 
tain his guests from Athens.” 

“ I will come,” said Alexander, giving the 
military salute. And then he added in his 
familiar tone, “ Good ! I have been wanting an 
opportunity to study those ambassadors ever 
since they arrived.” 

When Alexander entered the audience cham- 
ber a few moments later, Philip was seated upon 


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his throne in all the richness and dignity of his 
royal robes. About him were his Companions, 
his counselors and attendants. The Pages on 
duty wore their purple tunics and embroidered 
cloaks. The room itself was royally fur- 
nished. 

To Alexander the scene was familiar enough. 
But to the visiting ambassadors from the free 
city of Athens, this view of royalty was novel 
and impressive. 

Philip was proud of Alexander, as he well 
might be, for both in mind and in personality he 
was a boy of unusual promise. 

Alexander first played upon the harp, and 
then recited a portion of his beloved Iliad. For 
it was a part of the training of every youth at 
court to be prepared to entertain their elders 
when asked. 

“ Have you a dramatic dialogue that you can 
give? ” asked Philip. “ If so, we will send for 
one of your classmates.” 


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“Send for Nearchus,” said Alexander; and 
again Aretis was dispatched. 

Nearchus had made good progress in his 
mastery of the Greek tongue, but it was with 
many misgivings that he appeared before Philip 
and these cultured men of Athens. 

The dialogue, however, was given with much 
earnestness and spirit, and was warmly ap- 
plauded at its close, although Demosthenes, who 
was one of the ambassadors, could not refrain 
from commenting upon the Greek of both Alex- 
ander and Nearchus, saying that they still had 
something of the Macedonian tones and accents, 
which they should try to correct. 

The boys flushed at the criticism, but both had 
the good sense to see that it was just, and they 
determined to use their best powers to make as 
perfect as possible their Greek speech. 

To the delight of both the boys, they were al- 
lowed to remain and listen to the oratory of the 
older men. Nearchus paid especial attention to 


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the speech of the Athenians, but Alexander had 
already begun to take a keen interest in the po- 
litical plans and schemes of conquest of his 
father, and to him the questions of politics 
which arose absorbed his whole attention. 

The messages from the citizens of Athens 
were delivered by Demosthenes and iEschines, 
two great orators whose names, after more than 
two thousand years, are still familiar to students 
all over the world. 

The boys were held spellbound by speech such 
as they never had listened to before. Their 
elders were no less fascinated. 

The men of Macedonia were men of action 
rather than of words, and there was no one in 
Philip’s court who could speak as these men 
spoke. And yet, while they listened in wonder 
to the eloquence of the ambassadors, they held 
in a certain contempt a people who were not 
warriors first and orators afterward. 

The King gave respectful attention to the ar- 


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guments of the ambassadors, and promised to 
send his own representatives to Athens a little 
later with a reply. 

In the evening a great banquet was given in 
honor of the guests, and in the morning they left 
Pella accompanied by an escort of Philip’s sol- 
diers. 


CHAPTER XII 


THE HORSE BUCEPHALUS 

“What is your hurry, Nearchus?” called 
Alexander. 

“ Oh,” answered Nearchus, stopping short, 
“ I just saw the grooms taking such a magnifi- 
cent horse into the field ! I want to see it tried. 
I never saw such a beauty, but he seemed full of 
fire and extremely hard to manage.” 

“Wait, and I will go with you,” said Alex- 
ander. “ And here come Lysippus and Aretis. 
Come with us, boys,” he called; “ we are going 
to the field to see a new horse put through his 
paces. Nearchus thinks him a wonder.” 

When the four boys reached the field they 
found Philip already there, with a group of his 
companions. The horse had been brought to 
Pella from Thessaly, the boys learned, and was 


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81 


offered to Philip for the sum of thirteen tal- 
ents, or about one thousand dollars. 

He was a magnificent animal, all black ex- 
cept for one white mark which resembled the 
face of a bull. For this reason he had been 
given the name of Bucephalus, which means 
bullhead. 

“ Stand back! ” called the men, as the boys 
approached, for the horse was plunging and 
rearing, and seemed wholly unmanageable. 

An expert horseman from the royal stables 
held the horse’s bridle, and tried to quiet him 
with his voice, but each time that he spoke the 
horse reared and plunged again. It was im- 
possible for the man to mount him. 

“ He is wholly vicious in temper! ” exclaimed 
Philip, after the man had made repeated at- 
tempts to mount him and had utterly failed. 
“ Of what value is his beauty when he cannot 
be managed or tamed! ” 

Alexander had watched the scene with fasci- 


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nated interest, and now he exclaimed, “ Oh, 
but it would be a shame to lose such a horse 
for want of some one with the power to con- 
trol him!” 

“ Do not reproach those who are older than 
yourself,” reproved Philip. 

But again Alexander insisted, “ But what a 
magnificent animal he would be if once con- 
trolled!” 

“ And do you think that you could control 
him better than the most expert horseman in 
my stables?” asked Philip with a show of 
sarcasm. 

Now Alexander had watched all that was 
being done in a way that was wholly character- 
istic of him. He used not only his eyes, but 
his mind, and he had discovered what he be- 
lieved to be a mistake on the part of the trainer 
who held the horse. * So, in reply to his father’s 
sarcasm, he said quietly, “ I should like to try.” 

“ Ho-ho,” laughed Philip, amused and not at 


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83 


all displeased with his son’s show of courage. 
“ It would require more than your usual rash- 
ness to attempt it.” 

“ But I mean it,” replied Alexander steadily. 

“ What will you pay in case you fail to con- 
quer him ? ” questioned Philip, still regarding 
Alexander’s plea as a joke. 

“ I will pay the full price of the horse I ” de- 
clared Alexander. 

The King and his Companions laughed, but 
they stopped suddenly, as the boy stepped out 
into the field and took the bridle from the hand 
of the astonished groom. 

Immediately Alexander turned the horse face 
about, so that his own black shadow upon the 
ground was behind, instead of in front of him. 
Then with a firm, steady voice he spoke to the 
animal, and with an equally steady hand he 
reached out and stroked him. 

The men and boys who stood about held their 
breath in fear and suspense, and no wonder, 


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for they all felt that the King’s son was risk- 
ing his life in a daring, perhaps foolish, adven- 
ture. 

The high-spirited horse, relieved of the fear 
of his own shadow, which had previously 
plunged and danced before him, must have felt 
the masterful power of the personality of the 
boy who in a few years would conquer men and 
nations. Seizing the instant of his advantage, 
Alexander let his cloak fall quietly to the ground, 
and sprang with one agile leap to the horse’s 
back. 

Like a dart from a full-drawn bow the horse 
was off, but Alexander, . summoning all the 
mastery of will and of muscle which his gym- 
nasium and military drill had given him, kept 
his seat, and let the horse have his way. 

On and on they sped, while the tense crowd 
watched, then lost them to view beyond a dis- 
tant rise of ground. 

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breathless, for the outcome, but Philip felt his 
whole being thrill at the skill and daring of 
the boy. 

So they stood, hardly moving, watching the 
spot where horse and rider had disappeared. 
Then a quivering sigh of relief passed through 
all the group — they dared not shout — but 
over the rise of ground came the boy and the 
horse, no longer galloping in mad fury, but can- 
tering quietly toward them. 

So they rode back into the field, the quiet, 
steady voice of the boy praising the magnificent 
horse in terms of affectionate endearment, while 
his steady hand stroked his neck, his side, his 
great flanks. 

Bucephalus was conquered! He had found 
his master. 

As Alexander dismounted, Philip threw his 
arms about him and with manly tears in his 
eyes exclaimed, “ Now I know that I have a 
worthy successor! Macedonia will never hold 


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you, my son; but greater kingdoms shall be 
yours to conquer ! ” 

As the group of men and boys returned to 
the palace, Nearchus, Aretis, and Lysippus fell 
back. At first they had no words. The scene 
had left them speechless. 

But such a condition does not last long with 
boys, and Nearchus’ emotion finally burst forth 
in three words which seemed to express it all. 
“ What a Prince ! ” he exclaimed. 

“ Yes,” added Aretis, “ and what a horse to 
conquer ! ” 

“ They are well matched,” said Lysippus. 
“ What a study that would have been for a 
master sculptor ! ” 

Among the Pages of the palace no other sub- 
ject was discussed, for it soon became known to 
them all that Philip had bought the magnificent 
horse, and had given it to Alexander for his own. 

Alexander had been the leader among them 
before ; now he was their hero and idol. 


CHAPTER XIII 


A NEW TEACHER 

“ Have you heard the news? ” asked Near- 
chus one morning, as he met Aretis and Lysip- 
pus on the way to drawing class. 

“ What news? ” responded the boys. 

“ We are to have a new master: one so 
learned that I fear we will all stand in awe of 
him.” 

“ Who is he? Tell us all about him,” said 
Lysippus, throwing his arm across Aretis’ 
shoulder. “ You are so close to Alexander you 
learn all the news first. Were you any other,” 
he added with a laugh, “ we should be jealous.” 

With his ready loyalty Nearchus replied, 
“ Alexander is indeed a royal friend.” And 
then he added, “ As to the new master, it is no 
less a person than the great Aristotle, the phi- 
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losopher of whom all Greece is proud. He is 
coming as a special instructor of Alexander, but 
Philip does not believe in giving the Prince a 
private education, so there is to be a school at 
Mieza, just southwest of Pella, and at least a 
dozen of us are to attend.” 

“ What branches will he teach? ” asked Are- 
tis. 

“ That I do not know yet. But there is an 
interesting story connected with Philip’s hiring 
of him. It seems that the father of Aristotle 
was at one time the favorite physician of the 
Macedonian king. But a few years ago Philip, 
in one of his wars, entirely destroyed Stagira, 
the city in which Aristotle and his father lived. 
Some of the citizens were exiled, others were 
taken as slaves. All were scattered. But now 
Philip offers to Aristotle a most unusual gift. 
He promises to fully restore his native city and 
rebuild its walls. More than that, he will recall 
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were sold into slavery, and send them back to 
their homes in re-built Stagira. Isn’t that a gift 
worthy of a King ! ” 

“ Surely it is,” responded the boys warmly. 
“ And all this is done to win Aristotle as a tutor 
for Alexander? ” asked Aretis. 

“ He is already won,” replied Nearchus, 
“ and is to be in Mieza within a few days.” 

44 Is he to take the place of Leonidas?” 
asked Lysippus. 

“ I think not,” replied Nearchus. 44 At 
least Leonidas remains in general control of 
the boys.” 

They were about to enter the classroom 
when Lysippus stopped and touched Aretis’ arm. 
Looking about to see that no one else was near, 
Lysippus drew forth from his tunic a bit of 
bronze. 

44 I would show it to no one but you,” he said, 
as he handed it to Aretis. 

It was a bronze coin which Lysippus had 


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pounded flat to destroy its inscription. Then 
upon the flattened surface he had thrown into 
relief the figure of a boy mounted upon a horse. 
The workmanship was surprisingly good, and 
the figures were full of action and well drawn. 

Aretis’ face lighted with pleasure as he 
looked at it. 

“ Did you do it — alone? ” he asked. 

“ Yes,” answered Lysippus. “ Do you think 
it fairly good? ” 

“ Fairly good ! ” exclaimed Aretis. “ I think 
it remarkably good. Show it to the drawing- 
master.” 

But Lysippus shook his head. 

“ At any rate let me keep it long enough to 
show to Alexander,” begged Aretis, and Lysip- 
pus reluctantly gave his consent. 

A few days later the boys began their work 
under the teaching of Aristotle. Their school 
at Mieza was out of doors among beautiful 
trees in a spot known as the Grove of the 



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Nymphs. A great marble chair served Aris- 
totle as a seat, but much of the time he taught 
his pupils while walking with them through the 
shady paths of the grove. Here he discussed 
with them the subjects of politics, of literature, 
of eloquence, and of upright moral living. He 
emphasized the value of noble friendships, of a 
clean, healthy character, as well as of bodily 
health and hardihood. He taught them that it 
was more kingly to conquer self than to subdue 
an enemy. 

In after years Alexander often quoted this 
saying of Aristotle, and he also said, “ My 
father gave me life. Aristotle taught me how 
to live.” 

The boys were taught to reason accurately, 
and to express their ideas clearly, forcefully, 
and well. 

Music and art were also discussed in these 
walks in the grove, but Aristotle left to others 
the technical teaching, while he sought rather 


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to arouse in the boys an appreciation of these 
subjects, and a feeling for the beautiful in all 
art. 

“ What a wonderful teacher Aristotle is ! ” 
exclaimed Aretis, as he and Lysippus were re- 
turning one day to Pella. “ Art has a new 
meaning to me since I have heard him discuss 
it. Or rather,” he added, “ I begin now to 
understand what before I only felt.” 

“ Yes,” replied Lysippus, “ I know what you 
mean. He is indeed a wonderful man. But,” 
he added, the mischievous twinkle coming back 
into his eyes, “ he does not look at all as I had 
fancied him. I thought he would be tall and 
commanding in appearance, but he is rather 
shorter than the average. And then he is so 
careful in his dress; and he wears as many rings 
and ornaments as a woman ! ” 

“And what had you expected?” laughed 
Aretis. 

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laugh, “ I supposed a philosopher was careless 
about everything except his thoughts.” 

“Well,” chuckled Aretis, “that is only one 
more of the many wrong impressions Aristotle 
is uprooting from our minds.” 


CHAPTER XIV 


LATER ON 

Once more Philip and his army had left 
Pella for scenes of war and conquest. But life 
for the boys who made up the school at Mieza 
went on with little change. They had grown 
older; had developed mentally as well as physi- 
cally during their many months of training un- 
der Aristotle. 

Alexander had begun to look forward to the 
time — now near at hand — when he should 
take an active part in Philip’s campaigns. And 
Nearchus, Ptolemy, and the rest of his compan- 
ions were almost as eager as he to take their 
places in the great army of conquest. 

They had studied politics under Aristotle; 
they had been trained in military tactics, and 
drilled in the maneuvers of war. And war 


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was as the atmosphere of Macedonia. They 
drew in its spirit with every breath; for mili- 
tary pursuits were regarded as the only worthy 
occupations of the time. Agriculture, com- 
merce, and the trades were carried on by the 
common people only. No Macedonian of high 
rank or birth would trouble himself with these 
— to him — meaner pursuits. His wealth 
consisted of vast estates, usually given him by 
the King in return for his military service. 

One of the chief aims of Aristotle’s training 
was to teach the boys to think independently. 

Turning, one day, to the son of a minor 
king, he asked, “ When you become King, what 
will you do for me, your teacher? ” 

“ Ah,” announced the youth, “ I will have 
you dine at my table. All in my court shall 
show you honor.” 

Turning to another, Aristotle asked, “ And 
what favor will you show to me, when you rule 
as King? ” 


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“You shall be treasurer of all my wealth,” 
asserted the second quickly, “ and my chief 
counselor.” 

Then Aristotle faced Alexander. “ And 
now, my son, what will you do for your old 
teacher when you sit on the throne of your 
father, Philip? ” 

And Alexander replied fearlessly, “ That is 
a question for the future to answer. How can 
I tell what to-morrow may bring? When that 
day and hour come, then I will give you my 
answer.” 

“Well said, Alexander!” declared Aris- 
totle. “ Well said ! The day shall come when 
thou shalt be the greatest king of all. World- 
monarch shall be thy title ! ” 

The boys were startled at Aristotle’s out- 
burst. Yet there was no feeling of jealousy 
aroused by it. Alexander’s leadership was too 
positive to admit the possibility of rivalry. 

Alexander accepted the statement quietly. 


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But the eyes of Nearchus glowed. “ Aristotle 
is right ! ” he reflected, and the statement crys- 
tallized in his mind into positive conviction. 
“ World-monarch shall be his title! ” 

There was to be a festival in the afternoon, 
and an offering, and when classes were dismissed 
the boys returned as quickly as possible to Pella. 

Alexander had been appointed, in his father’s 
absence, to take charge of the ceremonial. 
Nearchus was his chief attendant. 

There were the usual contests of the arena, 
in running, boxing, and wrestling, and when 
Alexander stood in all the fresh beauty of his 
young manhood to award the crowns of victory 
the people went wild in their applause. The 
victors in the games had been given no such 
outburst of acclaim. 

As Alexander and Nearchus rode back from 
the stadium to the temple where offerings were 
to be made to the gods, Alexander exclaimed, 
“ Were I to have my way, I would award crowns 


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to the tragedians, the musicians, and the sing- 
ers as well as to the athletes. I like to see our 
men and boys exercise themselves in feats of 
strength and endurance, but I care nothing for 
the athlete who makes it a profession. 

“ But look! ” he exclaimed abruptly, pointing 
to a figure in the crowd they were passing. 

The young man toward whom he pointed 
drew quickly back; but not before Nearchus 
had seen him. 

In a tone of amazement Nearchus muttered, 
“ By all the gods, I believe it was Philo- 
tas ! ” 

“No other,” responded Alexander. “Yet 
how changed he is! I fear the sea has used 
him badly. It will be interesting to hear his 
story.” 

“That it will!” ejaculated Nearchus. 
“ You know the sea has always held a fascina- 
tion for me, in spite of all the sailors’ yarns 
about dragons of the deep, magnetic rocks 


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99 


which draw you to destruction, and terrors 
never dreamed of on the land. I should like 
to find out, sometime, what the sea is really 
like.” 

“ Well,” smiled Alexander, “ you are quite 
likely to have a chance some day.” And 
though he said no more, Nearchus felt certain 
that there was a hidden meaning in the lightly 
made comment. 

The procession halted at the temple. Alex- 
ander and Nearchus dismounted and entered. 
The priest, in his white robes, stood beside the 
altar, his hand on the head of the animal to be 
slaughtered as a sacrifice to the god. 

The fire on the altar leaped up, and upon it 
Alexander threw a generous handful of rare 
spices. The fragrance of the incense filled all 
the place. But the frugal soul of Leonidas, 
who stood beside Alexander, rebelled at such 
wasteful extravagance. Into Alexander’s ear 
he muttered, “ You should wait, young man, till 


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you are monarch of the lands where spices grow, 
before making such bounteous offerings! ” 
Alexander flushed, and his answer flashed 
back, “ Some day I shall be. In the meantime 
I will not be niggardly with the gods ! ” 

The procession wound its way back to the 
music of flutes, and at the gates of the palace the 
people dispersed. 

As Alexander and Nearchus entered the 
doors, a chorus of soldiers took up the words 
of a rousing battle hymn to the accompaniment 
of the flutes. 

Alexander started and grasped his sword. 
Then with a laugh, he let his hand drop ; but to 
Nearchus he declared, “ That is the sort of 
music that stirs my very soul.” 


CHAPTER XV 


A FORETELLING 
“ Philotas has returned! ” 

The news spread like wild fire among his 
former companions. 

It is hard to say whether he would have been 
received back into his former position had not 
his father been one of Philip’s trusted officers. 
But among the boys it was thought that his ex- 
perience had undoubtedly been punishment 
enough for his offense. So once more he was 
given a place among the Pages, and took up his 
former life of drill, of service, and of study. 

But Philotas remained a subject for much 
discussion among his companions. 

“Will he be punished, think you?” ques- 
tioned Charias. 

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“ Undoubtedly he will,” replied Ptolemy, 
“ but it will not be until Philip returns from the 
war. Only the King can punish one of his 
Pages, you know, no matter what the offense 
may be.” 

“ True,” conceded Charias. “ I heard one 
of the soldiers suggesting that he was likely to 
receive a lashing on the soles of his feet.” 

Ptolemy made a wry face. “ In that case I 
am glad I am not in his sandals ! But it would 
seem an appropriate punishment for running 
away. However, the soldier knows nothing 
about it.” 

“ No, that is true, of course,” assented 
Charias. 

Philotas, as soon as he was reestablished in 
his old position, was not at all abashed by his 
inglorious return. In fact, he seemed to think 
himself rather a hero in the eyes of the boys, 
and he sought to strengthen this impression by 
wonderful tales of the sea. He recounted ad- 


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ventures of every imaginable sort, and in each 
one the part that he played was always highly 
creditable, if not actually heroic. 

A few of the boys were inclined to be im- 
pressed by the stories until a soldier, happening 
to overhear one of the tales, remarked, “ He is 
much more likely to have occupied a rower’s 
bench, and to have witnessed a part of what he 
describes while plying an oar. The other part 
is pure fiction.” 

Alexander overheard the soldier’s comment, 
and remembered it. 

The next time he sauntered into barracks, it 
happened that Philotas was in the midst of a 
thrilling narrative. He was telling of a 
mountainous wave, and threw up his hand as he 
described it. Instantly Alexander reached out 
and caught his hand. With a quick motion he 
straightened out Philotas’ fingers and looked 
into his palm. ,One glance satisfied him. 

Philotas, with an expression of fury upon his 


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face, snatched away. But Alexander asked 
quietly, “ What makes your hand so hard and 
calloused, Philotas? It is not like the hand of 
a Page.” 

For a moment Philotas seemed choked with 
rage. Then he recovered himself enough to 
go on with his story, but Alexander’s question 
remained unanswered. 

A look of amusement went round the circle of 
boys. 

Presently Harpalus drawled, “ Alexander, 
when you become commander of the army, you 
will have to appoint Philotas admiral of the 
fleet.” 

“Philotas my admiral! Bah!” ejaculated 
Alexander. “ But I have already chosen my 
admiral,” he added in an altered tone. “ Near- 
chus loves the sea. But he knows enough to 
temper his love with judgment and with honor. 
He is courageous, too, and he is not afraid to op- 
pose me when he thinks I am in the wrong. 


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105 


But he does it to my face — not to my back! ” 
And with that he turned away. 

“Alexander hits hard when he hits!” ex- 
claimed Ptolemy, as he and Nearchus went out 
together. “ But he has made an enemy of 
Philotas, and Philotas is not one to forgive 
readily.” 

“ Say not that he has made an enemy! ” re- 
turned Nearchus. “ Philotas has always been 
an enemy of Alexander. He cannot bear to see 
even the King’s son set above himself. He is 
too small to appreciate Alexander’s greatness.” 

“ You are right,” responded Ptolemy. “ But 
what is this about Alexander’s appointing you 
his admiral? ” 

“ He has spoken of it before,” admitted 
Nearchus. “ I begin to think it is not wholly 
a jest.” 

“ It is not a jest,” said Alexander — for un- 
noticed he had joined them. 

“ Ah, you mean it! ” cried Ptolemy, still un- 


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certain whether the conversation was serious or 
not. “ Then,” he added, “ if you have your 
plans so well laid, pray, what part am I to 
take?” 

“ You,” declared Alexander, “ will be one 
of my generals and advisers, and afterward, you 
are to be the historian of my conquests.” 

- “Good!” shouted Ptolemy. “Nothing 
would suit me better ! And have you placed us 
all?” he added. 

“ Not all,” said Alexander, “ but many of 
you; and I shall the rest, in time. Aretis and 
Lysippus are to study art. I have as great a 
respect for an artist as I have for a soldier. 

“ And I think,” added Alexander after a mo- 
ment, with a gesture half comic, half serious, 
“ that Philotas will be the traitor.” 

Nearchus and Ptolemy drew in their breath 
quickly; then they laughed. But no one of 
them dreamed how soon the half idle words of 
Alexander would seem to them all like a 
prophecy. 


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